Her-Master: He Watched Her Last Shudders As She Drifted Off To Sleep, And His Thoughts Turned To The Voices In Her Head. He Knew Them. He Could Name Them. He Understood Them. There Were The Usual, Mostly Trivial Things–“You’re Fat. You’re Ugly.
her-master: My Lolita thing might be in overdrive today… Just sayin…
